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A/N: hey to anyone reading this (if anyone is reading this), get ready for a heavy dose of angst the main part of this chapter will be revisiting Rosalie's father and the early stages of her relationship with Emmett. So we won't see Emmett from today till the end, another quick point to make this will largely be from Rosalie's POV, with a few bits of Emmett scattered round, so enjoy!

Chapter II – All the Wrong Choices

Rosalie POV

Sitting on the train, I could not forget the memory that had resurfaced last night; I had almost forgotten that memory. I had been running from my dad and into the arms of Emmett, leading to that kiss, the first but not the last.

"Emmett! Emmett!" shivering in the thin sweater I wore over my tank top and jeans, I looked round but all I could see was darkness, along with the sea rolling in and out. The moon was out an the light danced across the water making the beach look quite eerie, if this was a movie right about now the crazed stalker would come out and chase me into the woods. "This is not funny Emmett, it's dark and cold!" no answer.

With a huff I sat down on the sand by the edge of the water, taking my shoes off I let the water wash over my feet, crossing my arms as I waited. As my thoughts drifted, I was caught off guard as I was tackled by a very large and strong person, I was about to scream when a hand clamped over my mouth tightly.

"Rose, it's me" looking up at the guy who had tackled me, I froze and he moved his hand away from my mouth.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah, sorry"

"Sorry?" without warning I slapped him on the arm as hard as I could, he let out a yelp as I continued to hit him. "Sorry? I've been freezing my ass off out here, waiting for you and all I get is a poxy little 'sorry'? You douchebag!" as I went to hit him again, he grabbed my wrists struggling he easily overpowered me and we now lay on the ground with Emmett hovering on top of me holding my hands to his chest.

"I'm very sorry, I got held up by a very nosy little sister of mine"

"Did yo-"

"She assumed I was going to see a girl, but no I did not tell her" I stopped struggling and grip around my hands loosened but he did not let go. "You're not going to hit me again are you?" shaking my head, he sighed and let go of my hands leaning back so I could sit up. He didn't look away from me though he looked like he was going to burst into laughter, any second now.

"What is so funny?" I asked exasperatedly, not entirely sure if I wanted to know what the answer would be.

"If you could have seen your face" he let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he did so.

"Right that's it" standing up I grabbed my shoes and started to walk away.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Home, I did not come here to get tackled and laughed at, so bye Emmett see you later" he took a few strides and stood in front of me, blocking my path.

"Then why did you come?" he had a mischievous glint in his eye and that cute smirk on his face.

"I don't know..." I tried to walk around him but he took a quick side step, standing in my way again.

"I'm sure you could think of a reason Rose"

"Nope" I replied popping the 'p' at the end and trying to get past, failing yet again. This time he took a step closer, invading my personal space and placing his hand on the side of my neck the other hand went to my hip, pulling me even closer to him.

"What about now?"

"What about it?" my words came out odd as my breathing picked up, the smirk on his face widened and he lowered his hand down my neck very slowly. Sending chills down my spine, which not an entirely unpleasant feeling. He lowered his face to my level, staring right into my eyes as his hand stopped right above my collarbone, his fingertips barely grazing my skin now.

"Why did you come here Rose?" shit, he was going to make me say it, sadistic bastard.

"For you" there it was the magic words, sliding my hands up his arms to his broad shoulders I titled my head. "I'm really cold Emmett"

"Well then, lets warm you up baby" I could almost laugh at the cliché of it all, but then our lips met and everything else just dissolved away. His hands moving to my lower back and my chest pressed to his, I could feel the warmth coming off of him, warming me up. However the heat from his lips on mine was even more intense, in that moment I didn't care about my dad or about Alice or about the bills stacking up...because right now I had something worth holding on to.

The memory broke off as the train came to jumpy halt at my stop, taking a deep breath I got off the train and got in a taxi. Focusing on the present, I gave the address to the driver, who looked somewhat surprised but luckily he was not nosy, he just started the engine and kept quiet the whole journey.

I made myself take deep breaths not that it did anything to calm myself, but this was part of seeing my father, never pretty but I couldn't just ignore him. And it he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Here we are miss, Rochester Correctional Facility" I didn't need him to tell me that, I saw the building looming up ahead, an oppressive structure with minimum security. Paying the fare and getting out of the cab, I headed to the entrance gate, wanting very much to walk the other way, to go home and forget this, forget my dad behind those walls.

The easy part was going through the security, sure it was somewhat demeaning, but it was the same every time and it never changed, I wish I could say the same thing for Roger Hale. Walking into that room, I walked along to the end of the room, where he sat behind a pane of glass. Yet seeing him again, always brought up the memories, I tried so hard to forget. I prided myself on being in control, in my work and in my personal life, but when it came down to it, I really had no control over a lot of things.

Sitting in the chair opposite him, he looked at me, his eyes flat his hair thinning and greying at the temples. Roger Hale was 46 years old and yet he looked much older, due to being an alcoholic, smoker and regular drug user.

His face was lined with wrinkles round his mouth from the times he would purse his lips to smoke another cigarette. His forehead was lined from all the frowning that he did, mainly when talking or shouting at me. He looked like a man in his late fifties rather than in his mid-forties, the way he sat in the chair his hands limply folded in his lap, his head low and that frown evident on his face, he looked very defeated as if life had dealt him a harsh blow. But he didn't fool me for one second, everything that had been put upon him, was from his own doing. Especially when it came down to my mother, it was he that pushed her over the edge.

Picking up the phone as he looked at me, he cradled it against his shoulder as he looked down as his nails, as if they were the most interesting thing ever. But it looked like he could not sit still, he would put his hands on his knees, then cross his legs then his arms and so on.

"Hello dad"

"Hello Rosie" he always called me that, slurred it when drunk or shouted it when angry and it was always 'Rosie', even when he got the self-pitying stage and was trying to apologize. The line he had always used as a reason for it was always the same: "Rosie, you know I love you darling" the amount of times I heard him slur that line, it soon came to mean nothing to me.

"How are you?" I squeaked out, trying to gauge what type of mood he was in today. He dropped his hand into his lap, looking at me with a sad look, much like that of an abandoned pet that had suffered many hardships.

"It's a shit hole here, you have to get me out of here. I can't stand it!" he ran a hand through his hair as if he might rip it out, it was then that I saw it as the sleeve on his prison jumpsuit slipped down. The fresh track marks, he was back on drugs in jail, even when he dropped his arm I knew they were there.

"What's wrong now?" he looked round his eyes shifty and bloodshot, he leaned in conspiratorially, covering his mouth and the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand, still looking round.

"They talk about me behind my back" I had to strain to hear what he whispered into the mouthpiece. "I see the looks they all give me, they are planning something. I am not safe here, get me out Rosie, get me the fuck outta here!" here we go again, the paranoia the fear they he was under attack by everyone that they were talking about him.

"I'm sure that's not the case dad, you're probably just overthinking things" he slammed his hand down on the table, making me jump at his sudden angry.

"Don't you fucking patronise me! I am not stupid, I know damn well what's going on here!" the guard looked in our direction as his voice rose loud enough that I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

"I am not saying that you are, maybe you're just...blowing things out of proportion"

"Stop that, just fucking stop...telling me what to do"

"I'm n-"

"You're just like her you know that? Trying to control me, telling when to come home, what to do...well I won't have it, that bitch fucked up my life when I was only 17!" at this point the guard came up him, as he started yelling down the mouthpiece, all I could do was sit there as he yelled. "I told that slut to get rid of it, save us both the damn trouble" he slammed his hand against the table again just as the guard started to haul him away. Dropping the phone, I got out of there as fast as I could, but all I could hear in my head was his shouts at me, as he was dragged away.

My chest started to tighten up, I couldn't breathe properly I need air.

I need air.

Walking past people, bumping into a few of them and getting nasty looks, I didn't quite know where I was going till I saw a park across the road. All but running across the street I walked into the park, finding a bench and sitting down. I leaned forward taking in deep breaths as I closed my eyes. After a while I opened my eyes and looked down, bringing my hands to my cheeks, I found they were wet.

Rooting though my handbag I found a pack of tissues, dabbing at my tears I felt like I was seventeen again, telling him that I was leaving Forks. How he had flipped out then, when he realised I wouldn't be there to clean up his mess for him.

"I'm sure whoever he is, he isn't worth you're tears darling" looking up I saw a guy with dark blonde cropped hair, with a fairly muscular build standing a few steps away from me.

"Do you always talk to random crying women?"

"Only if their very pretty" he had an accent that took me awhile to place.

"Are you British?" he took that as an invitation to sit down, though he at least kept some distance between us and sat as far away as he could, on the park bench.

"Observant as well as gorgeous, yes I am British" his accent wasn't too posh, but definitely English, although what did I know. I'd never been to England, my only encounter was from TV shows, where they were always shown as very posh people who drank a lot of tea. "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine" dabbing at my eyes, one last time I scrunched the tissue into a ball and threw it into the nearest trash can.

"Nice, now I don't really think you're alright. At least not unless this sitting on a park bench, crying is a thing you do regularly?"

"No it's not, but it is none of your bussiness"

"Yes but if I introduce myself I am no longer a stranger, am I? More of an acquaintance" he smiled and then held out his hand. "Robert Walsh" I made no move to shake his hand or offer my own name. "What do American's not shake hands?"

"We do, I'm just not entirely sure that I should shake hands with you. You might think I don't mind you rabbiting on, when I just want you to go away"

"You cut me deep pretty girl" he put his hand over his heart, a wounded expression on his face. I just rolled my eyes and got out my phone, checking to see if I had any missed calls or texts, nothing.

"Kindly go away" giving him a big fake smile, he still did not move. So sighing heavily I stood, swinging my handbag over my shoulder and started to walk away, he didn't follow but he did shout out to me.

"Nice meeting you!" I didn't respond I just started to walk away even faster. What a day.

~X~X~X~X~X~

"R-Rosie...Rosie, can you do me a favour darling and grab me a beer?" were the first garbled words strung together as he stumbled through the door, I had been doing my homework at the dining room table, until I was interrupted. Shutting my science textbook I stood up and went to my dad, helping him to the couch where he fell back and looked to the TV. "R-Rosie"

"I heard you the first time, but haven't you had enough, Dad?"

"I know...when I've had enough...so just give me...a damn beer!" While he raised his voice I took a step back and fell silent, he tried to sit up and somehow he managed, although he looked like a feather could knock him down.

"Dad, I really don't think that's a good idea"

"I didn't ask for your opinion, just do what I asked!" he looked like he was right on the edge of losing it.

"Dad"

"Just fucking do as you're told, girl" he hissed out, he looked up at me his eyes blazing with all of the anger I knew he was capable of. I had seen many times what this man could do when he got truly angry, I had no intention of seeing that anytime soon, if I could help it. So walking to the fridge I just got him a drink, picking up my books from the table and retreating to the bedroom, closing the door behind me and sitting on the bed.

For a moment, I just sat on my bed and listened. I heard the TV go on and a few minutes later, I heard heavy footsteps as my father went to get yet another drink. Turning back to my work, I got deep into the book laid out in front of me, when the phone rang.

Listening as my dad staggered to the phone out in the hallway, I heard a loud thud just as the ringing stopped. Then I also heard the phone fall to the floor, flinging my door open I saw my father sprawled on the floor, laying on his front. The phone receiver lay by his hand, running to him I shook his shoulder, but he didn't stir. My breathing shaky, I rolled him over so he was on his back, I then noticed the white powder round his nostrils.

"Dad, wake up! Open your eyes, please!" seeing his chest raising slight I relaxed a tiny bit, knowing that at least he was still breathing, I needed to get him to hospital. looking to where the phone receiver lay, I picked it up.

"Hello?" said a voice on the other end.

"Emmett?"

"Rose what just happened? Your da-"

"I need you to get off the phone Emmett" I glanced back to my dad, he was still unconscious and deadly still.

"What?"

"Get off the phone!" ending the call I dialled 911, with hands shaking uncontrollably so that I had to try redialling it a few times. Sitting on the floor next to my father, watching him with hawk eyes until I was patched through, I twisted the code round my finger impatiently waiting.

"Emergency services, how may I help you?"

"I need an ambulance" reeling off the address rapidly, my eyes not once moving from the still body of my father, the operator told me an ambulance was on the way. Putting him into the recovery position, with some degree of difficulty for he was a quite heavy man, the ambulance arrived nearly twenty minutes later.

Two paramedics arrived and loaded him into the ambulance, climbing in with them I sat my legs shaking as we raced to the hospital. When we got there, Doctor Carlisle Cullen of all people happened to be the doctor on call.

"Rosalie, what happed?" his face showed nothing but concern for me and my father and yet I couldn't help but wish the man looking after my dad, wasn't my best's friends father and my...my other friend's father.

"He collapsed, but he was still breathing. Doctor Cullen, I think he may have had an overdose" his eyes widened and I knew what he was thinking, he was thinking of my mother and the way she had died, after all he was there.

"Stay here Rosalie, I'll take care of it" he put a hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture, before turning on his heel and following the nurse wheeling the gurney down the hall.

I couldn't stay still, if I sat down I crossed my legs then uncrossed them drumming my fingers against my leg. When I stood I paced, back and forth my eyes constantly flickering in the direction my father had been taken.

"Rose!" turning my head rapidly, I saw a tiny dark haired pixie fling herself towards me, hugging me tightly as Emmett quietly walked up to us.

"Alice what are you doing here?"

"Dad got the receptionist to call me, you shouldn't be on your own" there was that piting look as she rubbed my shoulder.

"Why are you here Emmett?"

"I was Alice's ride, seeing as dad took her keys away when he saw her phone bill" Alice scowled at her brother, then gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Emmett why don't you go and get us some coffee or something?"

"I don't have my wallet" with a huff she shook her head.

"Fine, I'll go then" flouncing of she left us alone, there was only one other person in the waiting room, a haggard looking woman, who had fallen asleep in her chair by the window. I sat down crossing my legs and my arms, Emmett took the seat next to me looking at me but not saying anything yet.

"Why did you just hang up?"

"I had other things on my mind, I wasn't thinking about your ego Emmett" my voice was sharper than it needed to be, but I really didn't want to listen to his whining.

"That's not what I meant Rose"

"I don't care" looking away I ran a hand through my hair, my leg shaking a lot giving away the anxiety I felt inside. He placed his hand on my knee, stopping the shaking of my leg, swallowing round a lump in my throat and glancing at him, his expression was grave.

"You don't have to do that"

"Do what?" my voice was low, unsure and I could feel the tears prickling my eyes.

"Throw up that wall of yours, any time someone tries to help you" my gaze hardened, placing my hand over his he smiled misinterpreting my action. Shoving his hand away I stood and took a step away from him, shaking my head.

"I have got along just fine so far, I don't need or want your help. And I certainly don't want your fucking pity!"

"Rose, you don't get what I'm trying to say" holding up my hands as he rose from his chair, he stopped talking but stood very close to me.

"Stop, just stop. I don't know what this is here, if you feel sorry for me because of my parents or you feel protective cause I'm your kid sister's friend...but I don't need any of it"

"That is not how it is, I...I care about you" nodding his features softened, turning round I started to walk away. "Where are you going?"

"Leave me alone"

"Rose!" abruptly coming to halt he almost slammed into me as he had started to follow me. Without any warning I slapped him as hard as I could, he barely moved or flinched as I hit him.

"Don't follow me Emmett"

"Where are you going?" he called out as I all but ran outside, pushing the doors open and walking into the cool evening air. I didn't notice the tears rolling down my face, I just started running having no idea where I was going.

Emmett POV

Gosh she was even more beautiful than the last time I saw her, how had I not caved sooner?

She was still incredibly sexy and still very hot headed, it had not taken a lot to wind her up and that was part of the fun. I sat on the edge of the bed in my hotel suite, loosening my tie and shrugging off my shirt my mind was on the fiery blond who had turned my life upside down from the moment I first kissed her.

It was at that moment my phone rang, picking up my mobile after the second ring I recognised the number and smiled to myself as I answered the call.

"Hello"

"Hello handsome, so tell me how much longer is your business going to be?"

"Missing me already Tanya?" she sighed and I heard a door close before she answered.

"Yes, I am. Baby you should see the place my mother found for us, it's a gorgeous chapel with the most beautiful rose garden"

"You are aware that we still have time, right?" she laughed, it was a somewhat pitying laugh, showing how ignorant I was of these things.

"The wedding is in three months, if anything we hardly have any time. Though it does sound like you're having cold feet, are you thinking about ditching me at the altar Emmett Cullen?" it was my turn to laugh and push thoughts about my soon to be ex-wife to the side.

"No...I can't wait to marry you. Though you can always back out, if you're getting jitters"

"No chance, now hurry up and come back home to me. I miss you"

"Miss you too baby, goodnight"

"Goodnight, I love you" I hesitated for just a second but the words soon came out of my mouth.

"I love you too" hanging up I dropped the phone onto the bed, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt when my phone rang again.

"Hello?"

"Emmett its Alice" I could already tell from her voice that this was not going to be a pleasant conversation, with my sister.

"Hey Alice, what's up?"

"Save the frat boy routine Em, does she know?" rolling my eyes, I went to the mini fridge and got out a bottle of water.

"Does who know what?"

"Rosalie, does she know about Tanya. You know the woman you've been engaged to, for nearly six months?" taking a swig of the water I would have laughed at how protective she was of her friend, Rosalie was more than capable of doing that herself.

"Oh...no, I haven't told her"

"Emmett"

"What? She doesn't care, plus I asked her for a divorce so it's none of her business" I was immediately very defensive, as much as I loved my sister she got way to involved in my business especially when it came to Rosalie.

"I can't believe you, you've known her for years and yet you can be so damn obtuse sometimes!" with that she promptly hung up, pulling the phone away from my ear I looked at it, slightly confused at that odd conversation. Shrugging I took another sip of water as I dropped my phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom.

A/N: so there it is the first Emmett POV, there will be more to come if any of you lot want it, but it will mainly be Rosalie's POV.

Till next time bye :D xx